Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Fish ass and creative sunburns.

For the first time in recorded Finny Fishes history, getting up early to go fish did NOT mean also fighting a creeping hangover and trying not to chum the river with my own puke.

Paul says, "A morning on the boat without a searing headache is AOK by me."

Not that I've spent a lot of time barfing into rivers, but that's usually because waking up with a hangover means that we're not racing out in the small hours to get on the fish.

This time, however, we were up in the 4s and on the water in the 6s and, if you can believe it, smiling and happy to do so. Unlike previous trips.

"What you don't know is that I've Irished up this coffee."
Oh Bubba, caffeine and fishing do make this man smile. I also have no evidence to support the claim that his coffee was anything other than strong, black and weird smelling - with the weird smell coming from the Starbucks instant packets he piled into the in-room coffee maker at the Super 8, our very fancy fishing accommodations. 

"Hey! There are no outward signs that a storage container of Eastern European hookers were murdered in this room! Posh!"

Sorry, we're still a bit jumpy from our visit to the Murder Motel last year.

Anyway - about those fish...we caught some.


I think we'd been anchored for less than 10 minutes when Paul landed his first rainbow.

"No skunks on my watch."

And then it was like this for eight hours.

This fish croaked at me. It was perhaps ready to go back in the water.

Captain Fish Ass himself. 

A smiling Royals fan. Only when there's a fish on the line.

The Mighty Sunburned Forearm

An Eagle Lake trout doing its best Jaws impression. Duh-nuh...

My Romanian grandmother, Paul, hauling in another beauty.

Fish ass.

Nice catch, Bubbie!

I was all excited about this one until I realized she was pregs and dumping babies on my feet. Sorry, mama.
Sorry, baby.

So pretty, the guide videotaped her being released back into the lake.

Which made me extra proud. My prettiest catch of the day.
So, yeah, all told I think we caught somewhere between 35-45 famous Eagle Lake trout and had an outstanding time with our guide, Doug, from Sierra Drifters

I've also decided that still water fishing from a boat is awesome fun, my cast still needs immeasurable amounts of work and that I'm grateful for our super helpful and patient guide who instructed me on the finer points of roll casting and mending. 

As in, "OK. Now *really* mend your line." 

Bless him. I'm awful.

Then, as is customary for all fishing trips, sunburns were compared over beers.

Bubba wins with his reinterpreted widow's peak.

His prize? The Pioneer Cafe's beer sampler platter. 

And then, because we can't just fish the lake and go home, we decided to go to another spot on Deer Creek and fall down.

I wish I had photos of that, but since my camera went for a swim with me in the river, I'm afraid she's down for the count. 

Boo. I will be on the hunt for a new beater camera for my fishing vest unless she comes back to life after a week spent drying out and thinking about what she did.

Jerk camera, just floating around in my vest pocket full of water. Sheesh.

I did, however, get a few shots of us on Deer Creek from earlier in the trip. A lovely time when my camera was still safe and dry in my vest because I was quite busy fending off mosquitos and not so hell bent on falling over my own giant booted feet in the river.

When the sun went behind the hill, the mosquitos screamed, "GAME ON" and then ate my face.

Pre-face mauling.

I wish that Deer Creek were scenic.


And let's not forget that this was Duchess's first fishing trip.

Nice work, mama. Also, I now remember what you look like when you're clean.


  1. Tell me more about this Pioneer Cafe...Husband is going to need to find a local brewery (as we're not wine drinkers).

    Of course, he could just brew the shit himself but that's another story.

  2. Can I just say that the first two fish look like they are saying "Oh fuck" while Bubba's fish seems to be just generally pissed off because he was probably one of the first two and got caught for the second time. I also cannot believe you are a baby killer. ;)

    1. Believe it. Though, I did feel a bit bad. She went back in safely though.

  3. Wow wee!!!!.... wish I could have been there! Nice mess of fish....where is Eagle Lake?

    Hope you are having a great summer. We are headed to Door County this weekend and looking forward to our 2 week trip to Montana next month.

    Take good care!

    1. Eagle Lake is near Susanville in NorCal. You know, where the prison is ;) Have a GREAT time in MT. The house looks like it's coming along so great already. Hugs to all of yous :)

  4. Just in case I haven't said this to you lately, I love you guys.

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    1. 100% agree. We'll be talking about this trip for a long time.

  6. I really hope you eat those suckers. I LOVE to eat fish and don't *get* the fun of fishing and putting them back in the water. Esplain!

    1. We *could* have, but since we were staying in the Super 8, there wasn't a way for us to cook them, so we threw them all back. Here in Tahoe, there's often a Zero Limit, so we don't keep any here. When we're fishing in Arkansas, though, we do keep and cook the fish and they're goooooood.

  7. If you ever get to come out here to fish, you can eat all the fish you want. And then smoke some. We're hospitable like that.

    Of course, you might have to battle my son for them, as he loves fish (which are all "Mr. Jason's fish," because apparently Mr. Jason is the only person who ever catches fish in his world). But he'll probably share at least a few.

  8. love every bit of these. Also-- you and BUbs should come with me to Wyoming to fish the Green. We should seriously plan this for next summer.

  9. Holy moly at the fish!

    Sounds like fun was had by all. :-)

  10. The Pioneer Cafe! Man, talk about a blast from the past. I remember that joint from when I lived in Susanville in 1976 - at the top of the hill in your picture, as a matter of fact. Thanks for the memories!

    Also, next time find someone to cook the fish for you, also someone to smoke it for you. Eagle Lake trout is some GOOD eating!


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